The young man stepped out of the detached villa, walked a few paces along the deserted residential road, and stomped his feet. Vibrations in the Material Layer interfered in reverse with the Mental Layer. Within the Mental Ocean jointly constructed by two billion people in this spacetime, corresponding levels were naturally affected. This was the faith-power projection structure of the "Lost Kingdom," its central bright region already filled by a great tree.
It was quite arid here.
The young man formed an initial impression of the local Mental Ocean environment, but did not pay it much mind. From the "Lost Kingdom," a special ripple naturally passed through the barrier between the material and mental worlds and projected itself here.
Amid the landscaped gardens of the residential district, a patch of rather dense greenery suddenly rustled. Branches, leaves, and grass stalks rapidly pieced together a round, plump face. It was Dragon Scribe, an important figure of the "Lost Kingdom."
Seeing the young man before him, Dragon Scribe did his utmost to display a humble, fearful posture, even though he could manifest only a head. "The True God of the world, our sole lord," he said, striving to bow forward.
"Bullshit sole lord."
The young man's lips twitched. He had once felt nothing upon hearing such praise, but now it inevitably irritated him.
His displeasure showed immediately. "Fei Long, have you stayed here with that idiot for so long that your own brain has shriveled up? That hollow crap is meant to fool idiots. What do you take me for? I taught you so much for fucking nothing!"
Dragon Scribe—Fei Long of the "Amaterasu Order"—was a Soul Body that had crossed boundaries. Faced with the temperamental True God, he could only murmur assent.
The True God found it dull, but also felt